on my way to work this morning...
you see something every day
and you see it again as if for the first time.
usually happens when there is nothing new to see. or so you have yourself convincedthinking.
still don't know how to post from my new iphone...but doesn't matter...taking this Vault to my own website very very soon anyway...
:)
~a.q.s.
not all shadows are bad.
I think otherwise. : )
Around and about farms in a village in California... around and about my parents' house...okay not really...it is the next town over...10 minutes away...
...when two tracks separate...
...yet there were always two
This is also alongside Santa Fe Highway near my parents' village farm house in California. While I was walking around the tracks I came to a point where I really couldn't tell when the tracks split into two different directions although there were always two separate tracks running alongside each other. Some optical illusion!
"And it comes from saying no to 1,000 things to make sure we don't get on the wrong track." ~ Steve Jobs, Wizard
"We just tell ourselves that art runs on one track and life, our lives, on another, and we don't realize that's a lie." ~ Roberto Bolaño Ávalos, Chilean author
Most people can't tell when things have really changed. for (the) good. :)
When driving on the Santa Fe Highway near my folks' village in California there are these huge plants where almonds are processed. They look like small hills from far away. My parents' farmhouse in the village is surrounded by almond trees.
I drove near this, nearer than I had ever gone, and took some photos.... until I was shoo-ed away!
Mama says persistence means you believe [honestly] in the [realistic] value of what you have to offer regardless of however success may be defined and however long it may take.
In the end it will always be about value, the currency of time.
I attended a wedding in October. Princeton has beautiful light in the Fall. The wedding was precious. But not sharing those photos in public space. :)
Some light on these objects here that I liked.
Lots going on in these stairs or so I thought then.
I was facinated by these because of texture. For awhile.
this looked like an earring--but for the ballroom!
and while I was driving back from the wedding... on this small highway... before hitting the big 95 N which would take me back to the Wormy Apple...where I would pay an exuberant amount in toll fare to enter New York City... I saw this big flag in a car dealership lot...in the dark of the night....it was waving ever so freely. I don't think any country's flag waves without pride. Flags are a strange dance in the air. This was the best shot I could take given I was holding up traffic and the camera was not near me and I was quite taken by the scene before I decided to capture it.
It was the first time I wondered, beyond the parameters of law, how in the world did the Supreme Court of the United States rule that burning the flag is a protected form of speech. What freedom!
What are we doing with it?
Happy Veterans Day.
"To Converse with the greats" by Vera Pavlova
To converse with the greats
Tashaki Miyaki - Somethin' Is Better Than Nothin' Link to video.
Great video, I say. Resonated with me for the writing process, along with the poem. The two came separately to me. I just seated them at the same table, made of resonance.
On a personal note, I never have, and I never will, settle for something just because it is better than nothing. No-thing is a grand Universe filled with possibilities to create something, anything, you truly desire.
I received a note from a kindred connection---and we share many connections---Linda Holllier in response to my latest, "The Marriage of Storytelling and Writing", over at my website, and she began by quoting what I had written...
"where stories are shared under big jacaranda trees in South Africa about the color purple and dreams inside bones"... reading your latest I immediately thought of this photo I took so I am sending it on.
Also delighted to know that there is someone else who prints out articles and highlights passages! lol
By the way, October is the month in South Africa that the Jacaranda trees blossom.
Thank you dear Linda for sharing this photo. I associate the color purple, and all shades therein, with October for this very reason. I was there in October 2009. It truly is a surreal sight, hypnotizing even. Not surprisingly, it comes up in fiction too.
I miss South Africa...it's been awhile...
“Mockingbirds are the true artists of the bird kingdom. Which is to say, although they're born with a song of their own, an innate riff that happens to be one of the most versatile of all ornithological expressions, mocking birds aren't content to merely play the hand that is dealt them. Like all artists, they are out to rearrange reality. Innovative, willful, daring, not bound by the rules to which others may blindly adhere, the mockingbird collects snatches of birdsong from this tree and that field, appropriates them, places them in new and unexpected contexts, recreates the world from the world. For example, a mockingbird in South Carolina was heard to blend the songs of thirty-two different kinds of birds into a ten-minute performance, a virtuoso display that serve no practical purpose, falling, therefore, into the realm of pure art.” ― Tom Robbins, Skinny Legs and All
Although I don't think all artists are out to rearrange reality...the best try...and you can't try that in your work without trying it in your personal life...
Photo from Value of Water Exhibition at St. John's Cathedral.
This is the work of one of my favorites: Bill Viola http://www.billviola.com/
